Divine Comedy, Cary's Translation, Purgatory

The light bark of my genius lifts the sail, Well pleas’d to leave so cruel sea behind;

Sweet hue of eastern sapphire, that was spread O’er the serene aspect of the pure air, High up as the first circle, to mine eyes Unwonted joy renew’d, soon as I ’scap’d Forth from the atmosphere of deadly gloom, That had mine eyes and bosom fill’d with grief.